The Washing Machine
Trembling, writhing in pleasure!
Upon which arouses without measure,
As it was, as it were,
The washing machine, upon which sits thy mother!
Behold! A sight unforetold!
This is no jest.
Do not fret, lest
you forget, that she hath needs of her own.
Tis be best to forget, bleach thou minds eye of what art known,
seeing as thou an adult, fully grown.
Run away! As what witnessed, to thou, thine eyes doth shewed and shown
What was witnessed upon that vibrating throne,
the screams of your mother on that pleasurable chrome!
Tis a tragedy, especially in thou home.
02/23/2023
Categories:
unforetold, hilarious, home, horror, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Graveyard
I arose, my eyes open, though it was not what I chose
Eyelids rotten, which did not close
Forced to behold, a fate unforetold,
merely whispered by the foolish and the bold.
An unhallowed grave, a darken tomb.
Awakening within the deathbed of the reapers womb,
To that familiar scent, of a loathsome doom,
Which unto my senses, which although dim,
Declare a darkness which crawled without limb
In a land of the dead, ghastly and grim.
Vistas macabre and morbidly new
Instilling fears that continue to brew,
Feelings that within me doth grew,
If not due
Towards visions of thyne fellow dead, now risen anew.
I struggled and limp from that darthly crypt
Naked, cold, forlorn and stripped
Of coherent thought, nor simple articulation
Confused in the delirium of a harrowing anticipation.
I know not where I am.
Tremors signal the birth of the unseen,
I am lost. I know not where I've been.
I know not time, nor place nigh destination,
If not certain of that chronic sensation,
Drowning in the certainty of an ethereal damnation.
2023/02/23
'Writing Challenge - G Words -'
Constance La France
Categories:
unforetold, angst, confusion, environment, eulogy,
Form: Narrative
The Unforetold Truth
The Truce unclaimed is yearning
The Halo surrounded is hatful
The treasure unfound is slothful
The ink unused is fading
The forces unchallenged are daring
The stakes untaken are dilapidating
The cross unbeard is rightful
The characteristics unfeatured are deriding
The Chances non-formed are regretful
What do all these culminate to produce?
The Unforetold Truth
The knowledge present in everyday felicitations and adventures reborn
The Unforetold truce present in the lie conquered and disseminated
Where there is strength in bold and overridden fear
With success in the wind.
Categories:
unforetold, imagery, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Sharing Christmas Mark - Mr. Clause,
Sharing Christmas together is my favorite tradition and I’ll always share it with you! The love we share, especially at Christmas, brings an abundance of love and unforetold never-ending excitement. It’s the night before cuddled up as one; unable to sleep, only wanting to peek! It’s the morning, all toasty and warm, it’s you and me beside the Christmas tree.
Sharing Christmas together is to cherish each moment with you. From our first Christmas to our 19th as husband and wife, it’s become a tradition with you and me. Christmas and traditions from the beginning of time, foretold the story of my life; that was to come!
Sharing Christmas together we are as one, forever keeping the tradition alive and warm. Sparkling lights upon the tree with packages wrapped and placed, down on one knee. From handing out the gifts below to hugs and kisses under the mistle-toe. We’ll always share this wonderful tradition; known as Christmas, together as one!
Love you; Mrs. Clause – Debbie sharing Christmas with you! December 25, 2019
Categories:
unforetold, christmas,
Form: Free verse
If grass was hue of violet
And buttercups were pink
That would be so beautiful
I’d have to stop and think
If rivers ran in purple
To oceans white and gold
A regal portrait that would paint
A vision unforetold
Yet are not green and yellow
As striking as a pair
And are not waters blue and green
As royal an affair
Why is it, color matters?
It’s only what we see
Much more below the surface
Try sipping turquoise tea
Categories:
unforetold, beauty, color, image, race,
Form: Rhyme
Under the immersion of raging seas
in the middle of the waters unforetold,
My heart is a distant from its desires
and I am overwhelmed
I am succumbing, with fear of the unknowns
Great Barracuda and sea Wales has opened their mouths,
acuminated their teethes to crush my bones,
I am timorous, they want to eat me alive
The giant waves are pulling me down,
tried to swim but am overpowered
My dreams are flooded and inundated,
the right coming monsoon, the left fearful tempest
with crushing waves and killing storms l close my eyes.
This is me on the edges of my heart
Drowning in an ocean alone
Categories:
unforetold, crush,
Form: Abecedarian
When a puny mind
with no virtue of humility
Tries to reach the heights above
But threatened by a fall into
the depths below
A life with no intentional destiny
No bivouac
No ideal but tedium
Quivers full of arrows
But with no fixed target
An unforetold obscurity
A menace only to whom who wants
The plaudits of men
Categories:
unforetold, confusion, identity,
Form: Classicism
Who am I
My subconscious mind
My subconsciousness towards
reality
Has made the unforeseen truth
Of my unforetold and unfolding
cohesions
To foresee the true identity
To the pivot of the see saw
The uncorrected conflicts
Even though life has been
unkind
Even with life's brutality
Life's constant casualty
Life has become a constant
battle of mystical deformations
It befriends no one
Predomination of mankind
The emancipation of the mind
Have made me who I am
My soul shall burn
To utter the real identity
Life's shattering perceptions
Of whom I should be
I've sinned
I've sinned against myself
Against my soul
Carrying soul triggering
burdens
Defer not for I shall unwrap
The concealed truth
That burns my soul for
I am an equivocator
Who swears in both truths
But shall never equivocate to
heaven.
Categories:
unforetold, hurt
Form: Concrete
Rose petals plated on caste mold
Savory patent impressed on manifold
From Nature's palate sweet oils doled
Essence of extracted beauty flowed
Into fashioned vial tinged with gold
Nature's, vintage aphrodisiac bankrolled
Mysterious guise, transparent, yet stunningly bold
Onto suave cheeks the charming potion scrolled
Distilled love massaged into every, ivory fold
Enamoring scent suitor's, impulsive glands to hold
With intoxicating fumes, ephemeral beauty sold
To the salivating nasal ducts of every, unwitting cuckold
Delilah's gaudy folio modern women have deigned old
But with the rose's alluring, timeless scent still cajoled
Unpainted, unmarked mask; devious designs unforetold
Emitting translucent vapors that mind's eye does behold
Categories:
unforetold, beautiful, body,
Form: Rhyme
A midnight ship with silver sails
And hoisted flags with scarlet tails
Is whisked by winds of golden gales
Descending from the skies above.
And though the decks are wet and soaken,
Still the hull is swift and oaken
So the course remains unbroken,
Trailing wakes of turtledoves.
With storm departed, then no sooner
Comes, unseen, a pirate schooner
Neath the nighttime, light and lunar,
Pouncing with a push and shove.
Though hope seems lost, a cyclone saves
Dispersing foes and other knaves
With frothy foamy fisted waves
Which strike like leaden leather gloves.
Secured, the ship has safely landed
- Left behind, the pirates stranded -
Passers-by are smiling candid,
Knowing not the worth thereof.
For hidden in the wooden hold
Is treasure bursting unforetold
- Far more than diamonds, thyme and gold -
It brings unbound a brother’s Love.
Categories:
unforetold, brother, sister,
Form: Rhyme
In Remembrance I recollect
Those who've starred in war
Notorious our gallant men
Faced all that was to bare
Rushed their minds
In front line
Shall they live
Engaged in battle
Thoughts they must have had
Military machine moves forward
Every pace
A moment in history
Measured in
Lives on either side
Barbaric, brutal, broken bodies
Truths untold
Running scared
Religious prayers
They beg be spared
Awaits news of loved ones
They have known
Nationality no place
They all have souls
Children beseached of parents
Or lives of own
Eyes bewildered
Outcome death
What moral holds
Noble men remembered
Every life
Shed to save our own
Valliant steads in honour
Names live empowered
Engulfed in rest
Released their final breaths
Recalled this hour in thanks
Lest we ever forget
Forever horrors remain unforetold
Overtures of hell resound as
Heavens Bell Tolls
And resolute we stand
Together this hour
Greed of man and
Pride of country cause
Earths battlefield of bodies
Laying in peace
Talk don't fight
Let History be
Our lead
Our lesson
Our might
Categories:
unforetold, adventure, death, devotion
Form: Free verse
It's something meant to cherish,
And is guarded, Oh, so well.
The contents one will find inside
Reflect this foreign cell.
On its door contains a lock
Made entirely of solid gold.
Only one is able to open it
And find treasures unforetold.
Some hold tightly to its value
And they keep it close to heart,
While others may give it freely
Right off from the very start.
The thought to hold onto to
Guide you through each day,
Is to wait for that treasure
Of equal value, to exchange
On one's wedding day.
Categories:
unforetold, faith, love, mystery, wedding,
Form: I do not know?